He wants to say yes. No, scratch that-- he wants to say hell yes, but he's keeping his hands mostly away from the controls, and in that too-tight space it's hard to keep from feeling like accidentally elbowing something will send a shower of blaster fire raining down on some poor tech mulling around nearby. Feels like hunkering down in the tie fighter all over again (less immediate, sure) only last time it was easier to swallow down the idea of knocking out a little friendly fire.

"You're sure this thing's off, right?"

Because he can count out at least ten lights-- little tiny, blinking lights-- that are still on and probably functional. And possibly dangerous.